Ink panel: Hunting the sun and surveying the sky from the bow.

Chapter 81 The Demonic Tiger's Traces
Hearing the roar, Shen Qing and Tian Xiaohu looked at each other.

Shen Qing and his companion, who had been dealing with all kinds of wild beasts in the mountains for many years, recognized that this was clearly the roar of a tiger.

A tiger suddenly appeared in Shicheng Mountain?

"Let's go out and take a look."

Shen Qing took Tian Xiaohu out of the house, looked in the direction of the roaring beast behind the mountain, and was immediately stunned.

I saw a big hole poked in the thick dark clouds in the sky above Shicheng Mountain.

From a distance, it looked like a powerful immortal or Buddha had thrown a huge rock into the sky.

The blue sky and sunshine poured in through the hole, looking amazing.

Such a spectacle attracted other people in the village to run out of their homes.

Everyone was whispering to each other, and the scene seemed a bit noisy.

Shen Qing knew that there were tigers and black bears in Shicheng Mountain, but they were rarely seen on weekdays.

However, he had never seen a tiger with such a roar.

"I remember there are still people hunting in the mountains, right?" Shen Qing turned and looked at Tian Xiaohu and asked.

It is true that it is the beginning of spring now, but the tax collectors from the city have not yet arrived, so the villagers naturally don't care about any spring bans.

Everyone wants to take advantage of the last window to make some money.

Tian Xiaohu said without even raising his head: "They are all here. The harvests of every household are not very good now, so they are all trying their best to go into the mountains to hunt."

"Well, then we can ask them what's going on in the mountains."

"Ah."

As he was speaking, there was a burst of noise coming from the entrance of the village, as if a lot of people were rushing into the village desperately.

"It's the mountain gangsters who are back!"

Someone exclaimed, drawing everyone's attention.

When Shen Qing heard the sound, he looked and saw Zhang Baoqing and many hunting tigers rushing into the village in panic.

They were all in shock, as if they had seen a ghost.

Shen Qing stepped forward to stop Zhang Baoqing, held his shoulders and shook them, then asked, "Zhang, what's going on on the mountain? Why are you all running?"

Zhang Baoqing's face was filled with fear, his whole body trembling, he said in a trembling voice: "Monster... Tiger!"

Shen Qing frowned and said, "A tiger is a tiger, what kind of demon tiger?"

"We...we...saw the tiger speaking...human language!"

"what?!"

When these words were spoken, everyone in Hongshan Village was shocked.

Exclamations came one after another.

"I have never seen anything this weird in my life..."

Shen Qing asked doubtfully: "Did you see it wrong?"

"I wasn't the only one who saw it. Everyone heard and saw it. Chen Dacong was even swept away by a gust of evil wind." Zhang Baoqing said in a very affirmative tone.

Shen Qing stopped talking.

Zhang Baoqing's character is well known in their village and he would not speak without thinking.

There really is a demon tiger in Shicheng Mountain.

Shen Qing immediately said, "Captain Zhang, we don't know what's going on in the mountains right now, so calm down first. Arrange people tonight to divide the men over the age of twelve into groups of young and old, and have each of them hold a gong and patrol outside the village."

"Let's wait and see. I'll go to the city to ask the government officials to come over tomorrow or the day after tomorrow." Shen Qing said in an orderly manner.

His calmness made Zhang Baoqing feel as if he had found his backbone. He soon calmed down as well and hurried down to make arrangements.

Shen Qing and his fellow hunters in Hongshan Village have only heard of spiritual foxes in the mountains from generation to generation, but have never heard of monsters in this world.

For a time, people panic.

The whole village was shrouded in a tragic atmosphere of impending disaster. Every hunter living in Hongshan Village was pushed to the edge by waves of tension. At night, every household put their hunting bows and daggers under their pillows, ready to deal with any sudden changes that might occur at any time.

At night, Shen Qing lay on the bed but did not fall asleep.

He kept thinking about the demon tiger.

At this moment, he felt that this world, which he knew very little about in the past, seemed to have vaguely revealed a mysterious corner to him.

A night of silence.

When it was early in the morning, Shen Qing had already woken up.

Eldest sister Shen Fang prepared breakfast for him as usual, with no expression on her face.

Shen Qing took the willow branches and green salt, brushed his teeth, washed his face with hot water, put on a thick cotton coat, and walked towards Zhang Shuyuan's house.

Tuk-tuk-tuk.

After knocking gently on the door, Shen Qing said, "Is the gentleman at home? I have something to ask you."

"come in."

Zhang Shuyuan's lazy voice came from the room.

Shen Qing walked in without thinking much. He saw Zhang Shuyuan was still curled up in the quilt. When he saw Shen Qing come in, he half straightened up with difficulty.

"You came here so early in the morning, because of what happened with the demon tiger yesterday?"

"I can't hide it from you, sir. It's because of this matter." Shen Qing didn't beat around the bush and asked directly, "I want to ask you, sir, are there any monsters in this world?"

"Monster? How is it possible? You must have read too many novels. Anyway, I have grown up and read so many books, but I have never heard of a monster appearing anywhere." Zhang Shuyuan shook his head and said.

"If you really want to be serious, you can find some fragments about monsters in ancient times, but those times are too long ago to be credible."

Shen Qing had reservations about Zhang Shuyuan's words.

Zhang Baoqing and the others had seen it with their own eyes, so the talking demon tiger must be real.

"If there are no monsters, then are there fairies?" Shen Qing continued to ask.

"Yes, but there has only been one since the founding of the Great Zhou Dynasty."

"Who?"

"The founding emperor of the Great Zhou, the ancestor of the Ji family who is now 900 years old."

"He's still alive?" Shen Qing was extremely surprised. He had never thought that there was someone who could survive until now.

"Don't act like you haven't seen the world. We scholars are well aware of this. The founding emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty became an immortal through martial arts and lived a second life. He is the only martial immortal in the world."

"But because it involves royal ethics, it has been kept secret, hidden from ordinary people like you. Otherwise, why do you think the Ji family has been able to rule the world for 900 years and still stand firm?"

Zhang Shuyuan's words made Shen Qing's scalp tingle.

He didn't remember the other things very clearly, the only thing he remembered was: to become an immortal through martial arts.

There really are immortals in this world.

He had always been ignorant before.

Shen Qing continued to ask about other trivial details, and asked: "Sir, do you have any historical and cultural records about this world? I would like to take some and have a look."

"You haven't learned all the characters yet, even if I tell you, you won't understand."

Upon hearing this, Shen Qing stepped forward silently, pointed three silver beans on the table and placed them on the table.

The sound of the silver beans one by one is extremely pleasant to the ear.

Zhang Shuyuan, lying on the bed, sighed and walked out of the warm quilt.

Then, in front of Shen Qing, he took out two books from the bookshelf and handed them to Shen Qing, saying, "Read them first, and ask me if you don't understand."

Shen Qing clasped his fists and said goodbye: "Sorry to bother you, sir. Goodbye."

"What's the point of reading if he can't even recognize the characters? Forget it, the old master said that there is no discrimination in education, so it won't hurt to let him read more books."

Zhang Shuyuan wiped the silver bean, put it in his arms, and snuggled back into the quilt.

(End of this chapter)